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Zahra May 22
You don't know
where the kite goes.
You just have to
let it ride.
Zahra May 19
Breath finds its
way to the ribs.
How do we draw
love near?
proximity ♡
Zahra May 16
Sometimes, it feels like
words have become
extinct dinosaurs,
Like the earth has
already sunk them
deep.
fossils♡
Zahra May 16
The feasts on her
chest nurture the
soft palates.
abundance
Zahra May 14
A mother's womb,
Like a ripe field,
yields fruit.

- a newborn.
October morning
Zahra May 13
I yearn for a lotus leaf
drifting and merging
with waters that gently
flow into a sacred grove,
where paths route
to heaven.
Zahra May 11
Her wounds were stitched
with threads of patience,
And from the hurt,
a moon emerged,
A glowing orb of light.
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